You know, I hate these long sabbaticals streaming shows take. I’ve gotta remember everything that happened in the last season(s), and whether I like any of these characters, sometimes two years after I last watched them.

And the trailer is... where?

Spotted on Twitter today:

I LOLed at the Iron Chef saying “I’m a chef” at the end.

Eighty. Two. Years. Old.

As I mentioned on another thread, he’s not trying for an impersonation. He’s portraying the spirit of Fred Rogers. An impersonation would be a disservice. 

Dark meat has flavor. White meat does not. 

Great move by Turkey. They save money by not buying a plane whose main offensive capability is disintegrating in mid-air and raining shrapnel on the camels below.

In the 17th and 18th centuries, the tradition of the castrato, a male castrated before he could hit puberty, thus preserving his soprano voice (they were the greatest singers ever), was often explained away by “the boy was attacked by a goose”, who apparently bit his balls off. 

One thing not mentioned is hyperactivity. The day before my brother died of cancer, he was up walking around and falling over things. We were told this is fairly common. 

Yup. I’ve watched this Youtube clip too many times. It was a perfect balm to the relentless rush to the end.

This is one of my favorite “Italian Chefs React To” videos. (need to choose closed captions if you don’t speak Italian)

Well, at least the end of last season felt like a series finale. I loved the heck out of that show. 

I am one of those folks that doesn’t really get bitten that much. Even living in Minnesota. Part of that may be because I tend to cover up most of the time, but another part may be owing to the fact that when I DO get bitten, the mosquito returns to its family drunk off its gourd, warning the others.

I’m a big fan of pop culture theme song covers. There are at least a dozen GoT theme covers I can think of on YouTube, almost as many as Mario covers. I think it can be a fun time-waster to cycle through them (both GoT and Mario), especially for non-musicians. You can hear unfamiliar instruments and interesting…

At the supper club I worked at in the ‘70s, we always recycled uneaten butter by melting it down for the lobster. I always thought that heating it up would remove any bugs in the butter. 

Back in the ‘70s, they had a different way of preparing their taco meat. It was a smooth, greasy paste, was seasoned differently, and was sublime. Now it’s just big chunks of ground beef with plenty of gristle. Boo. Given that my other go-to fast food tex-mex, Zantigo’s, has seriously slashed their menu offerings and…

When the end credits rolled, my wife said “that was the saddest episode of this show ever”.

I love all barbecue. But my mom made vinegar-heavy ribs in the ‘70s (in Minnesota), and it’s still delightful. Glad my wife discovered her recipe and has made it many times.

I kinda like the suggestion that the press should focus on Miller relentlessly, maybe call him “the Real President”, on the assumption that when Trump feels upstaged, he clears the stage.